We had just endured a ridiculously busy couple of months, so Brent and I decided to take a weekend away from it all, in a charming and historical little town about 90 minutes away. We figured on some romance, eating out, walking the square; also some talking, dreaming and planning, bouncing ideas and motives off each other.
What a great time. We sampled local Italian fare and barbecue, got insider advice from the friendly hotel staff about where to find the best Mexican food, toured a couple of museums, and drove around scoping out some bicycle routes for future reference. We took walks, wandering off the road occasionally to explore a rock formation or a crumbling abandoned building. We listened to each other’s professional concerns and offered encouragement and counsel. A few plans, and a lot of bonding, resulted.
But do you know the best, most relaxing thing about the weekend? I had packed a book, and Brent bought one at a book shop on the courthouse square. And the second evening we just sat in our room and read for about an hour. No schedule, no pressure, no sense of what we “should” be doing with our time. Ignoring the usual clamor of expectations and just “kicking back” for a cozy hour left me feeling renewed and refreshed. (All the better, my book was one on marriage. Brent had already read it, which gave us more to talk about, and I picked up some insights which made me appreciate him more than ever.)
The simple pleasure of that spontaneous down-time could have occurred at home on any given evening or weekend… but it probably would not have. Not with all the lists and paperwork and chores that seem to impose their expectations on our time. BUT, now that I have experienced that kind of rest and freedom, I am more open to the idea of throwing aside expectations when I have a chance. In fact, I look for opportunities.
Now, to keep from swinging too far the other way and ignoring my legitimate responsibilities… 😉
Today (Thursday) I am linking up with Dayle at Simple Pleasures.
Thanks for reading,